Eastern tent caterpillarsA Poem by Robert RonnowMid-spring, skinny, black, blind eastern tent caterpillars"- Malacosoma americanum"- falling from the cherry tree leaning, human, over our deck. Irksome. Mash and kick them with my feet, continue practicing or reading. Three weeks later, reading late at night. Heavy-bodied black-eyed, reflexed antennae" many hundreds of moths crave the lamplight, some attaining extinction through cracks around the window screen. Vexing. Until next morning, I look up the name that has eluded me all spring and early summer. The single-minded moth and larval colony"- one small monophony.
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